Alright, let’s talk about watching Vladimir Guerrero back when he was with the Expos. Man, that feels like a lifetime ago, doesn’t it?
I remember going to Olympic Stadium. It wasn’t the best place for baseball, you know, kinda cavernous and weird. But when Vladdy came up to bat, none of that mattered much. You just stopped what you were doing and watched.
Watching Him Hit
The guy was just electric. It wasn’t like watching other hitters. He had that stance, no batting gloves most of the time. And the way he could hit anything? Pitches bouncing in the dirt, pitches way outside, high ones… didn’t matter. He’d just uncoil that swing and lash the ball somewhere. You never knew what was going to happen, but you expected something crazy.
I saw him hit a few homers there. Not just regular home runs, but absolute rockets. The sound off the bat was different. And sometimes he’d golf one out on a pitch that looked impossible to even make contact with.
The Arm Was Something Else
And don’t even get me started on his arm from the outfield. People talk about it now, but seeing it live was wild.
- Runners just didn’t test him much after a while.
- He’d get the ball and just fire a laser beam, flat-footed sometimes.
- The accuracy was nuts. Threw guys out at third, threw guys out at home.
It wasn’t just strong; it was like a cannon attached to his shoulder. You’d see runners halfway down the line think twice.
So yeah, my practice back then was basically just getting to the stadium whenever I could afford it. Finding a decent seat, grabbing a snack, and just soaking it in. Especially when number 27 stepped up. He was pure excitement on a team that, let’s be honest, had its ups and downs. Watching him play for the Expos was one of those things you just don’t forget. Raw talent, pure instinct. Good times, even if the team eventually left. Seeing Vladdy play back then? Definitely a highlight.
